It’s Graduation Time! There’s been a great series on CBC this week with personalities talking about their high school graduation and what they would think of where they are now. It got me thinking.
My grade thirteen graduation – well the prom – was a riot. I went with my friend Andrew, who promptly tried to set me up with the limo driver. I wore a yellow, floral Laura Ashley dress. Let’s review that – it was yellow and it was floral. Enough said. I remember having fun that night, flirting with an ex, dancing and drinking but staying in check – which was more than I could say for other high school formals before that for me.
Meet a perfect guy at university. Get married a year later. Pop out three or four kids and stay at home and raise them. Hang out with my mom every Sunday. Take up golf. Drive a stations wagon. Be super active at my kids school and spend my day taking them to programs and lessons while my husband slaved at the office. We’d have dinner together a couple times a week – sex on Sundays maybe? It was always what I thought I wanted.
I met that guy after university. He’s married with a couple kids now…and probably having sex on Sundays.
Oh. My. God. Who was that person? And don’t get me wrong here – there is absolutely nothing wrong with that dream. But I’m not sure whose it was. I’m not sure who that girl was really.
a. Perfect guy at university? Well, I met lots of guys at university. Generally for a few hours at last call.
b. Get married a year later. I got engaged maybe ten years later? Paid for my own ring. Called it off.
c. Pop out three or four kids and stay home and raise them. I love my one guy. I bow down with deep and total respect to you stay-at-home moms and dads. I admire you. I would be a permanent resident of the Betty Ford Centre if I had to do it though. It’s not for me.
d. Hang with my mom every Sunday. F(&k you cancer.
e. Take up golf. Drive a station wagon. Golf? Who has time? I currently putt with a Dora putter and aim for a pink palace on my fake grass front lawn. And I drive a hatchback – which I looove.
f. Be super active…programs…slaving husband…. Okay. I’m doing a bottle drive at Will’s school and joined the Board at his daycare. Can this offset the fact that I selfishly have him in ZERO programs? God the rushing. Can’t take it. Husband. Well you know the deal there.
g. Sex on Sundays? Currently, that’s called Fifty Shades of Grey and a bottle of Malbec.
Where am I at? Single mom of awesome kid. Decently cool job. Writer on the side. I hang out with my Dad on Sundays (thankfully!). I have traveled to awesome places. I climbed a mountain with a group of strangers. I’m surrounded by a web of people who fill in for the missing husband (except the sex on Sundays part). I’m content. Happy.
Sometimes dreams come true by not coming true. Catch my drift?
Where did you think YOUR life would be after high school? Are you there??
**oh and the picture? Grade nine. Perhaps instead of dreaming of white picket fences, I should have been contemplating how to get a date with a boy haircut, no boobs AND a pucka shell necklace??*